Four sides of dreams
the sun, land, river, earth
holding doves and shadows
from twilight places
where generations await
and footsteps whisper
in the summer wind
of Jerusalem’s eerie silence
may the words of your mouth
rise up
between earth and sky
from my own memory
hearing again your voice
breathless by the trees
as you sleep between two breezes
suspecting a poet’s future
is in the open fields.
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©B.Z. Niditch, 2001
